No special reason. Just that I'm stuck at work waiting for proofs to come through of seven more pages of my newspaper, and right now I would rather be anywhere else than here.
So yes, Barcelona, eating squid and drinking red wine in a small bar off a cobbled street in the Bari Gotic; or in Glasgow, getting drunk with Bec and Bob at Sleazy; or in Dublin, drinking in the atmosphere and the energy of the city, aroused by accents and alert to possibilities; or in Prague, where I haven't been yet; or standing weeping with indescribably joy before Stonehenge, or Machu Picchu, where I've also not yet been; or standing on the windswept southernmost tip of Tierra del Fuego, the land of ice and fire...
Or better yet in the arms of a lover, who I haven't met yet, and who I sometimes fear I never will.
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Hi Richard, I just received your comment/invitation, thank you. I would be delighted to join you and some other theatre bloggy types. I do think we'd need to figure out what aspect of the kettle we'd be focussing on (as I freely confess, I was all about ramble the night I wrote that post!). - and I also believe that you'll be joining the blog party. Hurrah! If you'd like to contact me, I'm emailable at mzhii (at) mail (dot) com. Now if you'll excuse me, I MUST STOP blogcrastinating (that's right, I just made up a new word) and get on with finishing off this bloody application!
Ah, dear. Just think, there is some exotic Spanish hombre sitting in Barcelona daydreaming about strolling through Melbourne.
Maybe.
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